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2 We would adore thee, God sublime,
Whose power and wisdom, love and grace,
3 But thou art present with us here,
As in thy glittering, high domain ;
W. H. BURLEIGH.
1 Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night thy voice makes known;
2 O Holy Father! 'mid the calm
And stillness of the evening hour,
For over us, as over all,
Nature's Evening Hymn.
i The heavenly spheres to thee, O God,
Attune their evening hymn:
In song of seraphim!
Unite to worship thee,
Space, time, eternity.
2 Nature, - a temple worthy thee,
That beams with light and love; Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above;
That rise along the shore ;
Of storm and ocean roar :
3 Her song of gratitude is sung
By spring's awakening hours;
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
In glorious luxury given;
Thy brightness back to heaven.
4 On all thou smil'st; and what is man
Before thy presence, God?
To-morrow but a clod.
But, kindled, Lord, by thee,
To life, to liberty.
An Evening Hymn.
Thus far his power prolongs my days!
Some fresh memorial of his grace.
And I, perhaps, am near my home;
And gives me strength for days to come. 3 I lay my body down to sleep ;
Peace is the pillow for my head :
Their watchful stations round my bed. 4 Faith in his name forbids
fear : O may thy presence ne'er depart! And in the morning make me hear
Thy love and kindness in my heart. 5 Thus, when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound.
How fast its moments fly!
Gains on the western sky.
Ye mortals ! mark its pace;
And use the hours of light;
An instantaneous night.
His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze,
The remnant of its days.
On the dark mountain's brow
Your feet shall quickly slide; And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride.
Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the rolling sphere ; Submissive at his footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.
Then shall new lustre break
Through horror's darkest gloom, And lead you to unchanging light
In a celestial home.
SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
Safety in God. - Morning or Evening.
1 They who on the Lord rely
Safely dwell though danger 's nigh;
2 Vain temptation's wily snare;
Christians are Jehovah's care :
3 When they wake, or when they sleep,
Angel guards their vigils keep;
1 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
2 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear!
It is not night, if thou be near;
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 3. When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,